I loathed pot and everything to do with it
preferring the scalding heat of the local bidi.

I fled to the window like an asthmatic to escape fumes,
wore my Papa's lungi, a lose shirt that covered even
my scuffed knees, looked like a boy when Sister Michael
shone her flashlight into our room, interrupting our reverie.

Amy with her high girl's voice screamed,
‘Thief, thief!'’
I fled, the tip of the lungi in my hands.

I loathed pot and everything to do with it
preferring the scalding heat of the local bidi.

I fled to the window like an asthmatic to escape fumes
wore my Papa's lungi, a lose shirt that covered even
my scuffed knees, looked like a boy when Sister Michael
shone her flashlight into our room,interrupting our reverie.

Amy with her high girl's voice screamed,
‘Thief, thief’
I fled, the tip of the lungi in my hands.

I fled to the window like an asthmatic to escape fumes,
wearing my Papa's lungi, a lose shirt that covered even
my scuffed knees, and looking like a boy when Sister Michael
shone her flashlight into our room, interrupting our reverie.

With Amy's girly screamed
‘Thief, thief!'’
I fled, the tip of the lungi in my hands.

I fled to the window like an asthmatic to escape fumes,
wearing my Papa's lungi, a lose shirt that covered even
my scuffed knees, and looking like a boy when Sister Michael
shone her flashlight into our room, interrupting our reverie.

With Amy's girly screamed
‘Thief, thief!'’
I fled, the tip of the lungi in my hands.
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Michael